It started with a boy wide-eyed and gleeful, life more crimson than a prostitute’s spat of fire. Across the Poseidon blue body of water the boy’s desire’s reside. But like the traveler and the sea don’t let your hopes carry you away from reality. That’s it! The color of this boys song is
Liquor Brown
A name, cities, a man, crayon, tar skin, addiction, egotistical, and a mother—these words somehow fit together, yet the feeling is indifferent all the same.